A deceivingly serene dusk interrupted through the minarets blarin'
As defeaning soundwaves threatened to mute the silence
O Mighty Nation, listen as the world'd just lost her bravest of children
Completed his duties, called upon by the Lord of the lords, Most Benevolent
To pick a seat in the pantheons of thy beloved Brethrens
Risen white as doves in the resplendent Gardens of Eden
For he'd completed his tours with the highest degree of honours
For he'd swallowed the bitterest of nights, eerie, full of horrors
His storied tales polarize, confusing yet only to the Ignorami
Yet as crystal to the people on the right side of history, the You & Me
Victory or martyrdom, a cheque our soldiers wrote to one day cash
How do you hope to defeat something so mortally, loosely attached ?
Descending on the frontline, hereafter in front of the mind, with one soul to give
So alien is the concept to the ones entering battles actively seeking to leave
My man severed one hand only to pick it up and slap his enemies on rear ends
Defiant to his last stand and still fought like a berserker of a man
As he met the Death's deathly gaze and greeted him as one would an old friend
Kill one Sinwar but a thousand Yahyas will take you to your foretold end.
